The tip of the pen touched the paper head and thoughts fluttered. Listening to the popular songs on the Internet, I can't find the branch that can stay.
Remembrance is something that tortures people, and thinking too much becomes powerless. But if life can erase memories at any time, the life of the walking dead, no one wants to choose. Sometimes memory is like a sharp knife, peeling himself into pieces of blood and letting the blood fall from the finger, without feeling a trace of pain, the blind expression looks like a zombie just resurrected. It is this painful memory that slowly turns into numbness, supporting those who live in closed spaces, like friends who never leave, but without a trace of warmth.
This is the day of the early winter, the surroundings are the same cold, and the sky is that boring gray color. If it is not accompanied by the white snow, I don't know what kind of people would like such a dreary winter. I wish I was like a polar bear, with thick fat and fur, to resist this cold winter.
Icy hands held a slightly warm face, holding the dark sky outside the window, thinking quietly, thinking about the unknown world that I didn't know. Only when the mind wanders, he is free, and when he is asleep, this is called a dream. All the storylines are carried out according to their own heart. A completely self-directed, self-directed and self-directed performance, and the audience is only their own drama.
Why did the butterfly flash again and again in my mind at this time? In this cold early winter afternoon, I don't know which nerve once again pulled him into my space. I will always remember to be a butterfly in my next life. Remember every story that happened, remember every word you said, remember every expression on your face. Even if there is never a connection, I still remember deeply. Every time you look at you on the balcony through the glass window of the classroom, there is always a kind of loneliness covering you tightly, and you will be a butterfly in your next life because the butterflies fly, so you wo n’t be alone . Familiar phone numbers, no more courage to press the dial-out button, do not contact again how difficult it is to stretch the emotional tangled. The classic of "You are here now" lies in that moment, in that immutable place, meet, and then collide with the vibration that belongs to each other's soul. And in our shy youth years, we often collided from time to time, and only regrets came out in the end. On the cold night, after hugging each other, you will not regret if you only miss one sentence? Is it my cherishment? Still lacking that little courage to run towards you, no longer tangled, the result of the same tragedy.
Really should pick up the hoe, bury this love story that has never happened, buried in the deepest memory. I hope that when this empty grave is covered with green grass, my heart will be resurrected along with it, and I will not be immersed in the memory that should not be there.